Free Sub's Night Out by K.L. Joy

My heartbeat at twice its normal pace, my face flushed and warm, though I was cool in the night air. I stood waiting, as instructed 'Something sexy, revealing, and definitely no panties,' I was told five days before meeting up with my Sir. This sent my head reeling with the possibilities. I always knew there was a wild streak in me, but what I was about to do tonight surpassed even my teenage exploits. I had spent the days dreaming of what I could do, would do, when instructed. Would I say no at any point, just to feel the sting of the lash? Would I use my safe word? No one had pushed my limit yet, but I had a feeling this Sir could make me.
    The time was 10:30; the night chill set my mind to warmer things: the sting of the lash as it landed on my back. I stood outside the house with the porch light illuminating my silhouette under my sheer skirt, the split at the front reaching to the top of my thighs. My boots were knee high and warm. Ample breasts, covered only by a bra and tie-front jacket, my midriff exposed, were saved from the biting cold by my woolen wrap. A car slowed. I recognized the driver as the suave gentleman that had been in my thoughts for the past five days.
    I watched him through hooded lids as he got out of his car: his stance and his gait, all familiar, yet to be explored more deeply. Reaching me, his scent engulfed me. He brought my hand up and kissed the back of it, saying, "You should be honored tonight, as I will teach you a new level of submission."
    The confidence that he exuded made my cheeks flush, and I turned away. In a soft voice, so uncharacteristic of me, I asked, "Would you like to come in for a drink?"
    "Of course, my dear, I would be delighted to prolong your pleasure." His smile reached his eyes, crinkling them and giving him an air of wickedness. Damn. I was hoping he would refuse and go straight to the club. Having made the offer, I opened the door and a blast of warm air hit me. My cheeks felt bright and hot. As soon as we walked into the light, he would see the effect he was having on me and the game would begin in earnest.
    Drinks were poured, and we sat in the lounge, partly because of its warmth and partly because of its low lighting. I took a chair opposite the couch, needing some space to collect myself. He sat on the table in front of me, ignoring my lead and invading my space, his aroma, sending shivers down my spine, invading me. He turned and placed the drink I handed him on the coffee table.
    "I hope you have obeyed my instructions. It's time to find out." He rested his hands on the inside of my thighs, about half way up, and pushed my legs apart. The split allowed him full access to the area he wished to explore. No barriers. I knew at this point that I would give over control. I did not resist when he pushed my legs and splayed them for his inspection. My hands dropped to my sides, and I leaned back in the chair. A finger trailed up the inside of my right thigh, nail gently pressing against the tender flesh, enough to sting, but not enough to leave a welt. As it reached my pussy, my back arched and my pelvis pushed forward, opening the wetness to his probing. He spread my aching lips and pinched my clit roughly between two fingers sending a jolt through me. Okay, he's not much for warm up, I thought as my breath filled my lungs. Before I could recover, two thick fingers were plunged inside me and a groan escaped from my belly as I doubled over. The intensity made me contract enough to push the fingers straight out again.
    "Very good. You know how to take instruction." My eyes opened to find him looking at me with approval. "Do you have toys?" The twinkle in his eye told me I had better come up with something.
    "I do. Would you like something in particular?"
    "I think you should go and get something that can be inserted into your wet pussy, but make sure you can keep it in there. You will be leaving the house with it in and wearing it for a while." As I stood, his hand